Chapter 5-Blueprints, fabrics, and pictures of the past or Love speaks not
with the eyes but with the mind…
Authors Note- Okay, OKAY, I'm sorry! I'm writing fiendishly but I continue to delete things so I'm sorry for not updating. Fluff is addictive, you know! ~*dodges various objects*~ But thank you to all reviewers! Keep it up! Tell me you want more, tell me it sucks, tell me Snape would be so hot in leather pants and black birch crown! (A glimpse into the future) All Fred/Angelina + George/Alicia shippers rejoice! And as always, enjoy!
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Blueprints were scattered all along the ground, various photographs, parchment scraps and sketches over the scuffed, black stage floor. Professor Remus Lupin looked over the assorted bits and pieces, not in the least bit unsettled by the rapidly pacing Professor Snape who stared down at the patchy quilt of paper. Stiffening slightly he walked to his dragonhide bag and pulled a thick black book out of hit, which Lupin saw to be a magical photoalbum as Snape stuck it out at him.
"I believe," he said softly as he examined a piece of parchment that Minerva had drawn him, "That you will recognize that." Lupin smiled as he accepted the rugged album and opened it up to a picture of many familiar faces, some waving, some smiling, some winking, some grinning in front of him. There were four girls, one looking very familiar with long, reddish brown hair laughing as glitter fell from her, boys falling over each other, winking and pulling faces, and three who he wanted to reach out and touch. The two ebony haired young men, one tall, lean and brooding, his shoulderlength hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, gave a rare smirk at the camera, his arm around the shorter haired one; his tousled black hair slightly hiding two protruding horns as he grinned and gave a small wave, his glasses momentarily stuck in his hair. Both of the dark boys had kohl smudged around their eyes, the long one more so, and glitter and spark was slicked down the short one. Next to them, giving a bashful smile as he held onto a clipboard, was a younger version of himself, Remus Lupin, dressed in a black short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans. It was a picture of the cast of another production of the play, a production performed over 20 years ago.
"Is this…?" he asked, carefully fingering through the rest of the photographs. He stopped on one of his younger self laughing as a younger Severus, the boy with the long ponytail, rolled his eyes and glared. Snape pulled his robe off, revealing a fore-arm length T-shirt and dark slacks, as he sat across from Lupin and eyed the book.
"Yes…our production. Yes it's James, you, I and Lily. I thought we could use some of the elements. It was a good production, so we might as well…" he murmured in his soft voice. As they stared at schematics and sketches Snape had drawn out, Lupin only half-listened. He hadn't thought about that summer for a long time. He couldn't even remember why they had been at Hogwarts, but it had only been himself and James out of the Mauraders. And, like the play itself, the production had found, lost, and brought lovers into it's tangled web of fantasy and mischief. It had been…well, not before Voldemort, but before James and Lily, before thoughts of Harry, before the true Darkness had come. The summer before their 7th year…Snape had been a Death Eater, had already become a double agent.
He was interrupted out of his reverie when McGonagall strode in from the secret passageway that led from a door in the Great Hall. She nodded at the both of them when Snape began his explanations for scenery, as he had already discussed costuming with Trelawney and she was in the dressing rooms. They could see the forest, enchanted, underworld, dark and glistening as he explained it, Athens would be there for the first scenes and then slowly be pulled away as the forest seemed to grow. Lots of vines, a raised platform that they would attach to a tree, a higher level, and flowers and plants everywhere, fake and real. One large, white overflowing flower, dripping like heart and white streams, for Titania's bower that would bloom and cover her, areas for entrances, and-
"Are you sure Harry could handle it?" Lupin stared at the picture Snape was talking about, James as Puck hanging from a thick vine in the scenes introducing the faery kingdom, lounging and hanging off of the platform and certain vines.
"If his father could-," Snape hissed calmly and McGonagall interjected.
"We'll ask him. He should be quite capable." At this Lupin saw the main door burst open and Oliver Wood fly through the door, looking flustered and red as he scrambled down next to Lupin.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry…" he mumbled, rubbing at a red mark on his ear and Lupin peered out the door to see a shock of red hair and the glint of glasses retreating as Oliver pushed his now unruly hair out of his face. Snape glared at him, and McGonagall only shrugged. "Alicia and Angelina are in the costume room…" he said, breathless, and they got back to their meeting.
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Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet examined photographs, drawings, and notes that Trelawney had given them before she fell into one of her lapses. Picking up a quill with bright blue ink on it, Alicia began to sketch out ideas for costumes as Angelina went around the room examining all the fabrics.
Leather, satin, silks, cotton, denim, sparkly-shimmering gauze lay on tables, sat in piles, hung from hooks. Wire was coiled in strong bits, flapping potions, screening, jewels lay everywhere for wings, even a list of charms for bewitching them. Horns, tails, fur, hooves, silken flowers, overflowing white sheets lay everywhere, and Angelina wandered the forest of them all, feeling the texture beneath her fingers as they waved casually, flapping and flowing as she walked by or under them.
"We are going to have a lot of work here," she breathed as Alicia looked up at her with a soft smile. Abruptly they both whipped around to a pile of clean, cream colored shifts that first had coughed and then had the top of a redhead grow from it.
"Out," Angelina growled and Fred Weasley along with his twin popped out from the pile.
"Oi Angelina! Just coming to see how the preparations are coming…" Fred grinned at her as she fought to keep the smile off of her face as she stood with a hand on her hip at him. George and Alicia were gazing lovingly across the room at each other as Fred approached her.
"I haven't sno-I mean, seen you in ages," He said innocently and she shook her head at him.
"Ages meaning our snog after lunch?" He waggled his eyebrows at her, his eyes sparkling as she smiled softly at him. "Alright, but only a quick snog then.." Alica and George had already begun to go at it, passionately touching lips, each set caressing over ears and neck as they held each other. Alicia drew Fred close and they began to kiss, cautiously at first, each biting anothers lip gently as they continued in the quiet costume room.
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Authors Note- Okay, OKAY, I'm sorry! I'm writing fiendishly but I continue to delete things so I'm sorry for not updating. Fluff is addictive, you know! ~*dodges various objects*~ But thank you to all reviewers! Keep it up! Tell me you want more, tell me it sucks, tell me Snape would be so hot in leather pants and black birch crown! (A glimpse into the future) All Fred/Angelina + George/Alicia shippers rejoice! And as always, enjoy!
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Blueprints were scattered all along the ground, various photographs, parchment scraps and sketches over the scuffed, black stage floor. Professor Remus Lupin looked over the assorted bits and pieces, not in the least bit unsettled by the rapidly pacing Professor Snape who stared down at the patchy quilt of paper. Stiffening slightly he walked to his dragonhide bag and pulled a thick black book out of hit, which Lupin saw to be a magical photoalbum as Snape stuck it out at him.
"I believe," he said softly as he examined a piece of parchment that Minerva had drawn him, "That you will recognize that." Lupin smiled as he accepted the rugged album and opened it up to a picture of many familiar faces, some waving, some smiling, some winking, some grinning in front of him. There were four girls, one looking very familiar with long, reddish brown hair laughing as glitter fell from her, boys falling over each other, winking and pulling faces, and three who he wanted to reach out and touch. The two ebony haired young men, one tall, lean and brooding, his shoulderlength hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, gave a rare smirk at the camera, his arm around the shorter haired one; his tousled black hair slightly hiding two protruding horns as he grinned and gave a small wave, his glasses momentarily stuck in his hair. Both of the dark boys had kohl smudged around their eyes, the long one more so, and glitter and spark was slicked down the short one. Next to them, giving a bashful smile as he held onto a clipboard, was a younger version of himself, Remus Lupin, dressed in a black short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans. It was a picture of the cast of another production of the play, a production performed over 20 years ago.
"Is this…?" he asked, carefully fingering through the rest of the photographs. He stopped on one of his younger self laughing as a younger Severus, the boy with the long ponytail, rolled his eyes and glared. Snape pulled his robe off, revealing a fore-arm length T-shirt and dark slacks, as he sat across from Lupin and eyed the book.
"Yes…our production. Yes it's James, you, I and Lily. I thought we could use some of the elements. It was a good production, so we might as well…" he murmured in his soft voice. As they stared at schematics and sketches Snape had drawn out, Lupin only half-listened. He hadn't thought about that summer for a long time. He couldn't even remember why they had been at Hogwarts, but it had only been himself and James out of the Mauraders. And, like the play itself, the production had found, lost, and brought lovers into it's tangled web of fantasy and mischief. It had been…well, not before Voldemort, but before James and Lily, before thoughts of Harry, before the true Darkness had come. The summer before their 7th year…Snape had been a Death Eater, had already become a double agent.
He was interrupted out of his reverie when McGonagall strode in from the secret passageway that led from a door in the Great Hall. She nodded at the both of them when Snape began his explanations for scenery, as he had already discussed costuming with Trelawney and she was in the dressing rooms. They could see the forest, enchanted, underworld, dark and glistening as he explained it, Athens would be there for the first scenes and then slowly be pulled away as the forest seemed to grow. Lots of vines, a raised platform that they would attach to a tree, a higher level, and flowers and plants everywhere, fake and real. One large, white overflowing flower, dripping like heart and white streams, for Titania's bower that would bloom and cover her, areas for entrances, and-
"Are you sure Harry could handle it?" Lupin stared at the picture Snape was talking about, James as Puck hanging from a thick vine in the scenes introducing the faery kingdom, lounging and hanging off of the platform and certain vines.
"If his father could-," Snape hissed calmly and McGonagall interjected.
"We'll ask him. He should be quite capable." At this Lupin saw the main door burst open and Oliver Wood fly through the door, looking flustered and red as he scrambled down next to Lupin.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry…" he mumbled, rubbing at a red mark on his ear and Lupin peered out the door to see a shock of red hair and the glint of glasses retreating as Oliver pushed his now unruly hair out of his face. Snape glared at him, and McGonagall only shrugged. "Alicia and Angelina are in the costume room…" he said, breathless, and they got back to their meeting.
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Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet examined photographs, drawings, and notes that Trelawney had given them before she fell into one of her lapses. Picking up a quill with bright blue ink on it, Alicia began to sketch out ideas for costumes as Angelina went around the room examining all the fabrics.
Leather, satin, silks, cotton, denim, sparkly-shimmering gauze lay on tables, sat in piles, hung from hooks. Wire was coiled in strong bits, flapping potions, screening, jewels lay everywhere for wings, even a list of charms for bewitching them. Horns, tails, fur, hooves, silken flowers, overflowing white sheets lay everywhere, and Angelina wandered the forest of them all, feeling the texture beneath her fingers as they waved casually, flapping and flowing as she walked by or under them.
"We are going to have a lot of work here," she breathed as Alicia looked up at her with a soft smile. Abruptly they both whipped around to a pile of clean, cream colored shifts that first had coughed and then had the top of a redhead grow from it.
"Out," Angelina growled and Fred Weasley along with his twin popped out from the pile.
"Oi Angelina! Just coming to see how the preparations are coming…" Fred grinned at her as she fought to keep the smile off of her face as she stood with a hand on her hip at him. George and Alicia were gazing lovingly across the room at each other as Fred approached her.
"I haven't sno-I mean, seen you in ages," He said innocently and she shook her head at him.
"Ages meaning our snog after lunch?" He waggled his eyebrows at her, his eyes sparkling as she smiled softly at him. "Alright, but only a quick snog then.." Alica and George had already begun to go at it, passionately touching lips, each set caressing over ears and neck as they held each other. Alicia drew Fred close and they began to kiss, cautiously at first, each biting anothers lip gently as they continued in the quiet costume room.
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